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“You don’t want to be left alone, do you?”
“No”
So you walk and walk and walk faster, running in an endless race. You look around and people are even faster leaving you alone, so you run with legs tied with expectations and heart tied with obsession.
“Are you tried?”
“ I don’t know ” you say , you look around and everyone looks like you so you try to be more unique and pick up some hobbies and read some books and study harder and take exams but somewhere in you there is a place . A harrowing place of doubts, insecurities and great sadness.
“Why?”
You look around and everyone seems fulfilled with satisfied smiles on their faces but you can’t bring yourself to believe. You can’t bring yourself to believe their honey coated words promising a great future, the doubt still lingers. You wish you could to like them like people who score high and participate in sports and make their parents happy and their teachers proud.
“You are like them”
“Don’t”
Don’t tell me that I am like them; please don’t tell me that I am like everyone. That you will work and work and work till you are cold in your grave just like them. You promised a great future, you told me I was special so why do I feel so average , why do I feel that I should be studying harder and polishing my exterior just like them but I can’t help myself but feel my inside.
you can’t help but feel your insides with their doubts and sadness. you can’t help but feel like bird that was flying for greatness but got trapped in a hurricane and is now dancing in circles, still dreaming of greatness.
The lights shine through with thundering applause and it lands. It lands on a different face with a happy smile standing on a pedestal then on a different pedestal and on and on while you are in the darkness clapping just like everyone else.
But you still fly for greatness leaving the hurricane behind.
“ One day it will be my turn".